JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Anyone could be expected to flinch at the sound and touch of a stranger on the beach after coming to in the manner that Jack just has. But the captain has a sixth sense that’s going fucking haywire in its intensity to survive, and he recognises no danger in the man’s approach. So he commits further effort into breathing and not throwing up, Jack allowing him to grip him by the shoulders and get him to his feet.
It takes a few attempts, the captain staggering more than once, but eventually he manages it, heading towards the shade with the stranger at his side. ”Better a nap than death,” he croaks, waiting until the cool comfort of the trees hits them before he collapses into the dry sand. Then Jack something all too rare for a man with his heart and mind. He pulls a knee to his chest and buries his head in his hands. ”Fuck.”
It takes a few attempts, the captain staggering more than once, but eventually he manages it, heading towards the shade with the stranger at his side. ”Better a nap than death,” he croaks, waiting until the cool comfort of the trees hits them before he collapses into the dry sand. Then Jack something all too rare for a man with his heart and mind. He pulls a knee to his chest and buries his head in his hands. ”Fuck.”
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
